I made a deal with devil
I’m trying to be rich
And he hand me shovel
Dead all your friends
And say nobody love you
Running out of time
What is on your mind

Your mommy got shot in chest
Yes
A bullet went over your head blessed

Your brother still hate you
Your sister was 2 when she died
You feelings The void
But you feel Her inside
Don’t don’t let it eat you alive




Why my family Stuck in hell
Why my momma told me she ain’t making bail
Why at 3 I was carrying water
on my head
Wasn’t out playin
Why a nigga like me ain’t got feelings
Why I ain’t cried when I fell
Why I turned out dark
Why niggas hate that I’m doing so well
Why my heart so cold
Why momma died
Left this planet
Only 49 yEars old
Why my pops so bold
Why my pops
So bold
Nigga want Free ridee
Looked HIM in The eyes
TOLD that Niggas NO


WHY I GOTTA BE STRESSED
WHY I GOTTA HIDE
WHY I GOTTA LIE
WHY I CANT JUST FLEX

Everybody that I know
Died
Why am I the last nigga left

Why I failed every test
Why everybody walked out
Why I saw my mother last breathe
Why ruddy had too die
Why they ain’t take the bullet
Out my moms chest

Why I gotta be cool
Why i gotta always play by the rules
Why I gotta hav good heart
Even when a Nigga always saying fuck you

Why my sister had to die
Why my nana had to die
Grand dad ain’t alive
Buried 3 people one year
Why I can’t stay high
Why I gotta be sober
Why am I in denial
Why everyone doing bad
Why am I doing good
Ask myself why!




New Benz off the shelf room flooor
How a nigga gotta role
Pray everyday
Every morning
Every night
Cleanse my soul

Niggas hate
But they fuck up
See my first verse
Left you fucked Up

I ain’t trying tell you my story
Cause in my story
You gone need tough love
Ain’t no kids
Nigga man up
Fall down
Nigga get up

Ain’t no eye for an eye
I’m the city where the skinny niggas die

Know the vibes
Bring
their knifes out

We could ride out
With the nine out
Blow your mind out
Where you live nigga
We could find out

Who am I
Just a nigga from the Bronx
If you don’t put em on
I done been through the storm
Big house with the pond
Ten acre on the lawn
1 50 for charm
Haters wanna knock him off
Late night
Shooting frogs
Hoodie down
In the fog

This one for Trayvon
Hov lane like Shawn

In and out with a bad thang
When I bring em out
Let band sing
Bad mon
Talk tough
leave a a bad gyal
With a off spring


You know the vibes i kill
Em with rhythm

While rocking my linen
You know that it’s vintage
You. Get some inches